She laughs, and says: “You’re allowed to look at other women, all day, everyday, and look at them not like an individual person. Look at them and think, essentially, they’re a Pump ‘n Dump. Get what you need, and bail. You’ll never seen them again, and it will never matter. Yet you see me receive a look from one man, only one, and you lose it. Have you *ever* thought about someone else other than yourself?”

He looks at her, furious in the face. She had verbally bitch-slapped him. And he didn’t like it. His reaction? A pure Kodak moment:

“BITCH, YOU’RE NOTHING WITHOUT ME!!!!!”

She laughs again, grabs her bag, and stretches. Getting up from the table, she says, “Then I wonder how you’re going to get home, grab all of your things, and move out? Who will help you? You don’t have a car, your things are everywhere, and you share *my bed*. Who will help you?”

He stared, slowly processing how to deal with this fair justification.